Well, according to the MRI and CT Scan, no stroke....Medications? Who knows. He was reevaluated again by PT and ST Monday, and yesterday the word came that Inpatient Rehab is not appropriate. Notice, he is doing too well....it is "not appropriate". I wish they would just say it, then I could address their assessment. I have heard the vague comments 'as good as it gets', 'this is the way it's going to be' - but I don't want to give up and give in.

So, I had this appointment to get these stupid pilar cysts removed from my scalp. I hate to admit how long I've had these. Had them removed once before and it's taken several years to get up the courage to have it done again. So, OK - Bill will come home tomorrow afternoon since I won't be up to caring for him tonite. One look and the doctor decided I should really go to a plastic surgeon!!! That is really my luck though. I've spent two years avoiding having done what I need because I need to care for Bill - finally take the bull by the horns and say 'enough, already' I have GOT to take care of me this time and all the planning I could do was for naught. Not a good day.

Here I am, wondering if I should go to the hospital - feeling guilty that I don't feel bad, so I should be up there when really, I need this time to rest. The pity is Bill won't understand that. I need to call him and just throw it out there....I think exhaustion has set in and I'd better nip it in the bud before tomorrow.

OK - it's a beautiful day today and promises to be even nicer tomorrow. I'm thankful for that. I'm gonna call Bill and tell him I need to sleep. Then I'm going to do it!!